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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.