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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.