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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.