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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Pole,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.