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 Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
EPMD,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.