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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 mellotron 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.