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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.