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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Technova,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.