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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.