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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Franke,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.