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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The United States of America to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
MC5,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
New Order,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.