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 Russia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Doors 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Index,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.