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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.