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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.