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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Magazine,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.