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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.