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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.