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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.