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 Italy and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.