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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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?
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.