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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Scientists to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
The Move,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.