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 Georgia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
The Fall,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.