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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.