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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Fear,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.