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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
the Normal,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.