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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.