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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.