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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Organ,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.