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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Hardrive 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Franke,
JFA,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.