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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 snare 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.