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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 sitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.