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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Fear,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.