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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Make Up,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Urselle,
JFA,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.