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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
World's Most,
This Heat,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.