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 Togo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.