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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.