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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Visage,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.