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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.