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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.