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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.