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 Kyrgyzstan and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
X-101,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.