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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.