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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the jazz 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.