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 Canada and from Glasgow.
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 Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.