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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 X-102 to the electroclash 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.