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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.