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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.