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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.