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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.