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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Scion,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.