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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Adolescents to the disco 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.