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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.