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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.