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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Joe Smooth to the grime 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.