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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.