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 Yemen and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.