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 Kiribati and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.