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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.