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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.