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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
The Index,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.