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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
The Doors,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Wings,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.