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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 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 Lower 48 to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.