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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Shoche to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.