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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Techniques to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.