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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
10cc,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.