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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.