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 Grenada and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.