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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.