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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
PIL,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.