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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.