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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Young Rascals to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
X-102,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.