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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Nico,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.