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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.