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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Normal to the jazz 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.