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 Thailand and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.