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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Fear,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.