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 Sierra Leone and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.