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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.