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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Slits to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Fear,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.