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 Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.