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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.