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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Nico,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.