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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.