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 Zambia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.