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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the punk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.