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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Judy Mowatt to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.