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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.