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 France and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Ludus,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.