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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.