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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Bill Near 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
The Associates,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.