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 Ethiopia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.