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 Solomon Islands and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.