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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Pussy Galore to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.