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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
The Sound,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.