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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.