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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.