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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 cv313 to the punk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
The Selecter,
Nico,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.