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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 the Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.