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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.