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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.