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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Y Pants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.