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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.