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 Nepal and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.