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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.