Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Q65,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.