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 Ireland and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.