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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
This Heat,
X-102,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
The Sound,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.