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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.