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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.