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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.