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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 American Breed,
Nas,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.