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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.