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 France and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
UT,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
DNA,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.