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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Nico,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.