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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.