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 Mauritania and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.