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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 rhodes 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
10cc,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Rekid,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.