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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.