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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 synthesizer 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 The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.