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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
X-102,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.