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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Wings,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.