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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.