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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
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X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.