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 Moldova and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.