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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.