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 Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Monks,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
the Normal,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.