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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
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 spring reverb 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
a-ha,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.