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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Pole,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.