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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.