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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Simply Red,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.