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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.