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 Micronesia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Cameo,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Audionom,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.