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 Macedonia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 marimba 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.