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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.