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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.