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 and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.