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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.