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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
MDC,
AZ,
Nico,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.