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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.