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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Brick,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.