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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Section 25,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.