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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.