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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lyres to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.