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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Mandrill to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.