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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Television,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.