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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Faust,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Technova,
Bootsy Collins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.