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 Denmark and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.