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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.