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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.