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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.