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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.