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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.