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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.