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 France and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.