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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Nico,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.