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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.