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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Index,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.