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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Smog,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.