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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leaves to the rock 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.