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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Brick,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.