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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shoche to the grime 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.