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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.