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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moody Blues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.