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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.