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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.