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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.