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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 snare 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 the Association to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Cymande,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.