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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.