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 Guyana 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Easy Going,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.