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 China and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Moss Icon to the disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
The Move,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.