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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.