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 Singapore and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Donald Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.