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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.