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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 The Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.