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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Stooges to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.