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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.