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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.