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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.