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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.