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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.