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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s 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 Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.