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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.