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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.