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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Bill Near,
UT,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.