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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Dirtbombs to the dance 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.