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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.