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 United States and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 L. Decosne to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.