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 Indonesia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.