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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.