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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Stooges to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
UT,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.