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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Can,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.