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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.