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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.