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 Barbados and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Oneida,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.