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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Index,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.