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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Searchers to the grunge 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.