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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Franke,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Gong,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.