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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The J.B.'s to the punk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
UT,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.