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 Panama 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.