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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.