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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.