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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shoche,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
New Order,
The Victims,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.