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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
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 spring reverb 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.