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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.