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 China and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.