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 Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.