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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
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.