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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Thompson Twins to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.