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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the crunk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Pagans,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.