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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Crime,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.