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 Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Fear to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.