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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.