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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 theremin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.