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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.