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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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?
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
June Days,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.