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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.