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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
June Days,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.