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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Technova to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.