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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.