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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.