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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Television,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.