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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.