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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.