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 Togo and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Neu! to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.