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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.