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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.