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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Trojans to the rock 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.