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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 10cc to the dance 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Scion,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.