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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Nico,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.