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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
The Monks,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.