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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 EPMD to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.