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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
the Germs,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.