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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Fear,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
New Order,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.