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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.