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 Lithuania 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.