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 Dominica and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.