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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.