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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.