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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.