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 Austria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.