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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Wire,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.