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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.