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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Crime,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.