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 Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Motorama to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.