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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.