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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.