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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.