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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.