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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.