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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Pole,
Excepter,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.