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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.