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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.