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 Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Excepter,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.