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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.