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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.