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 Jordan and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.