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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.