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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Faraquet to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.