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 Morocco and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Gong,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.