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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Pole to the crunk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.