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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.