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 Ethiopia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Skriet,
EPMD,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.