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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.