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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.