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 Burundi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
The Slits,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.