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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.