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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
UT,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.