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 Barbados and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.