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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.