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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Nas,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.