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 Brunei 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 harpsichord 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.