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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.