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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the rock 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.