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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Subhumans to the funk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
ABC,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.