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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Wings,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.