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 Germany and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the jazz 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
UT,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.