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 Canada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gong to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.