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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.