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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
The Gories,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.