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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.