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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.