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 Nigeria 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Mandrill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.