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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Joy Division to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.