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 Uzbekistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Crime,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.