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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.