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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Magma,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.