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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Harry Pussy to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Soul II Soul,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.