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 Kosovo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Main Source,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.