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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Barracudas to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.