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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.