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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
DNA,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.