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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.