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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.