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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Moss Icon to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.