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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.