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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Surgeon to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.