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 Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.