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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.