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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.