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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.