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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Skatalites to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Wings,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.