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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Television,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.