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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears 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?
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.