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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.