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 Lithuania 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the grime 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Slave,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.