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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.