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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.