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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacob Miller to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.