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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.