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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.