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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.