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 Peru and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.