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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.