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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
The Victims,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
the Slits,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.