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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Swans,
cv313,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Scion,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.