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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.