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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.