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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.