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 Antigua 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DJ Sneak to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Can,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.