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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.