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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.