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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.