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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.