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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.