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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Index,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.