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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Erykah Badu to the rap 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.