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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.