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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.