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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
MC5,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.