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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Victims to the funk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Motions,
Swans,
June Days,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Deakin,
The Names,
Darondo,
Smog,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.