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 Syria 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
cv313,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Pole,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Can,
June of 44,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.