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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Index,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.