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 Senegal and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.