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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.