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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.