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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.