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 Sierra Leone 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 snare 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.