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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
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Alphaville,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.