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 Malawi and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Brick,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Crime,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.