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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.