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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Five Americans to the punk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
The Index,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.