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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.