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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt 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?
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.