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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.