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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Q65,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.