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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Cymande,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.