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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.