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 Turkey and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
10cc,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.