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 Tunisia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.