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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 the Swans to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.