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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.