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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.