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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
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.