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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Erasure,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.