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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Pole,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.