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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.