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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.