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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Main Source,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.