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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.