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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Panda Bear to the grunge 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.