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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.