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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Black Pus to the jazz 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.