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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.