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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 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 Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.