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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.