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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Fear,
Index,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.