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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.