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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.