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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.