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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
MC5,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.