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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.