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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Wire,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.