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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Kayak,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.