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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.