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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.