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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Techniques to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.