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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.