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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
ABC,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.