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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.