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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.