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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.