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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.