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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Hoover,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.