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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 the Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.