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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Lyres to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.