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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Ronan,
June Days,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.