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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 linndrum 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
X-102,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.