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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.