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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.