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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.