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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Remains to the jazz 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Index,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.