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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Zero Boys 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.