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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.