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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.