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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.