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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
The Remains,
JFA,
Rakim,
Sparks,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
The Move,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.