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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
UT,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.