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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.