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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.