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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.