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 Ireland 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.