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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.