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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer 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 Main Source to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
CMW,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane 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.