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 Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Siglo XX,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.