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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nas,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.