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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.