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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Television,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.