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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.