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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.