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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.