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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Minutemen to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.