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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.