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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Brick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.