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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.