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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.