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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.