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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the crunk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.