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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Black Bananas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.