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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the punk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.