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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.