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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.