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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.