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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
The Associates,
The Names,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.