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 Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dawn Penn to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Fear,
The Cure,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.