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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.