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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.