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 Comoros and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.