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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.