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 Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Index,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.