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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Agent Orange to the rock 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.