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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
The Sonics,
CMW,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.