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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.