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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.