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 Iran and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.