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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Tres Demented to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.