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 France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.