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 Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.