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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.