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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.