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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.