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 Burkina and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the rap 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.