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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the disco 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Television,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.