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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the rock 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.