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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the disco 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.