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 Cape Verde 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the punk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.