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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
the Association,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Wings,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.