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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.