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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.