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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.