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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.