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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.