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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.