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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.