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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.