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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.