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 Comoros and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.