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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Warren Ellis to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Mars,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.