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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.