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 Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.