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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MDC to the techno 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.