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 St Kitts & Nevis and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 MC5 to the techno 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
MDC,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.