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 Canada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.