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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.