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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
X-101,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.