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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.