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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.