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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Index,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Buzzcocks,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.