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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Schoolly D to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Faust,
Inner City,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.