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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.