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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.