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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.