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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.