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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chrome to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.