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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.