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 Liberia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.