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 Dominica and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.