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 Canada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
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Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.