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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Nas,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.