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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Magma,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.