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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.