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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.