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 Syria and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Pagans,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
X-102,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.