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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
UT,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.