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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Darondo to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.