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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.