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 Laos and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
UT,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.