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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.