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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blackbyrds to the crunk 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.