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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.