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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.