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 Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.