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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.