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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
X-101,
The Fall,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.