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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.