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 Benin and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Motions to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.