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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Fear,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.