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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Flesh Eaters to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.