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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.