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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 ABC to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.