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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.