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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
The Cure,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Section 25,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Magma,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.