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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultravox to the techno 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Crime,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.