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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.