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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Gong,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.