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 Russia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 güiro 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.