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 United States and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Nas,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.