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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the jazz 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
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.