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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.