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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.