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 Iran and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
JFA,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.