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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.