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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Skriet 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.